32. Cobalt Airhead

“I can explain!” Lady Rosalind squeaked, her vibrant face losing all of its color.

“I do not-” Kaelia paused, positioning the back of her gloved hand on her forehead.

An unexplainable and irritable combination of dizziness and nausea gripped her in a chokehold.

“I didn’t mean to- please don’t tell anyone-“

“I don’t want to hear it,” The doctor’s voice trembled and by the Gods, she deeply resented